On Display Part 2 linemstr@aol.com At the end of the row of desks, she had to turn with her back to the windows briefly to turn a corner to the elevators. The people on the last row got a full backlight frontal view of her supple curves, and perhaps even a glimpse of pussy hair between her legs as she walked. She knew the image she presented oozed sex! Kim had never felt so embarrassed and out of control. The elevator opened, and Kim entered. She was thankful that no one else was in the elevator. It gave her a chance to compose herself. She opened her purse, took out a kleenex, and wiped her moist cunt with it so the juices would not run down her leg. The kleenex wiping across her clit suddenly sprang her senses into reality. She had no idea she was so excited. One or two passes with the kleenex, and she almost came in the elevator. She quickly put the kleenex back into her purse just before the elevator stopped on the ground floor. Kim walked out of the building and onto the street. She felt totally naked and unprotected. Her tits continued to bounce suggestively. There was a light breeze, but no real wind. However, chiffon does strange things. A light breeze may be a hurricane in disguise when it hits chiffon. As Kim stood on the street hailing a taxi, the breeze caught her skirt and blew it up almost to her crotch. She instinctively caught it and held it down. Then she remembered her instructions, gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and slowly moved her hands away from her skirt. Again the breeze flirted with her hem, and Kim again began to feel the excitement of her exhibitionism build. Suddenly, just as she stretched on tiptoe to hail a cab, the wind hit her skirt and blew it to her waist. She realized that those behind had a clear view of the curves of her magnificent ass and pussy hair between her legs as she stretched, legs slightly apart, as she went up on tiptoe, one arm out to her side and the other straight up in the air to hail the taxi. She was totally on display and unable physically or mentally to cover herself. She was even more aware that those in front had a clear frontal view of her blonde patch, pink pussy lips, and clit which was now totally erect with excitement. Although mortified, Kim obeyed her instructions and did nothing to reduce the extent of her display. The wind seemed to hold her skirt there for an eternity, but it was only for a few brief seconds. She felt as if she were all naked legs, tits, ass, and pussy on display for all to see. She was right!! A cab screeched to a halt, and Kim quickly got in, remembering to lift her skirt. She let out a small cry as her bare ass touched the cold leather seat of the cab. The cabbie seemed unduly interested in his passenger until they finally reached the Museum of Art. Kim paid the cabbie and got out. Although the wind had died down, she had to climb the three flights of stairs to the entrance of the museum. She felt the stares of everyone climbing the stairs. behind her. She was sure that the cheeks of her ass, if not her Her entire pussy, was on display to those climbing after her. She entered the building and had to climb another, steeper flight of stairs to the second floor of the south wing of the building where the Havermeyer collection was on display. Funny, she thought. Here I am on display with some of the greatest art works of the past two hundred years!! As she was instructed, she bought an audio tape at the entrance to the collection. She thought it odd that the man at the tape counter seemed to pull out a special tape just for her. She plugged it in and began to listen to the explanation of the collection as she walked around the exhibit. As she walked, she noticed many people taking a special interest in her. She seemed to always find herself near the same group of interested men and a few women. Suddenly, the tape changed. "Kim, I have been observing you. I am observing you now. You have done well. You have put your magnificent on full public display. Your lessons in obedience will continue. Now you will leave the exhibit. Before you leave, you will drop your purse in the gift shop and squat down to pick it up. You will face the exit of the exhibit as you do, and will part your legs slightly as you pick up the purse. Your pussy will be on full view to whomever comes out of the exhibit at the time. You will pick up your purse as if nothing had happened and exit the exhibit and the museum. You will walk along Central Park East until 72nd Street, where you will hail a cab. You will take the cab to the New York Hilton Hotel. You will go to the registration desk and introduce yourself by your real name, produce identification, and ask for the key to room 1501. You will place the key in your purse, and open the envelope that will accompany the key. Further instructions will be in the envelope. Leave now, and don't forget the purse incident before you leave." Kim looked around nervously, trying to pick out a likely suspect as her "observer." She noticed several possibilities, but she really had no idea. She proceeded to the exit into the gift area and looked around. There were many people around, and people were coming out of the display area constantly. There were simply too many people to do what was asked of her! But she know she had no choice. Anyway, hadn't she already made a display of her charms on a public street? What difference would one more make? She dropped her purse. As it hit the floor, it made a terrible crashing sound, and everyone looked her way. Now not only would she have to put herself on display, everyone was noticing her at the time! She was beet-red with embarrassment. She slowly squatted down, parted her legs, giving the exiting men a full view of her pink pussy lips, pouting clit, and slightly open vaginal entrance. She, picked up her purse, and slowly got up. As she exited the exhibit, she heard applause from the men. She quickly exited the building. As she went back out on the street, she was quickly aware again of the breeze flowing between her legs, and the stares of the people as the sight of her scantily clad body strolled down the street. Her 3" heels made her legs appear longer that reality, and her strides were wide and graceful. Her hips swung widely, causing her chiffon skirt to sway gracefully with each step, riding high on her hips, even without the aid of the wind. The street was full of the usual strollers, tourists, and derelicts, all gaping in awe at her beauty and brazenness. In the bright sunlight, all her charms were not quite hidden, but not quite visible. There was always a suggestion of nipple, and pussy, but only on those rare occasions when the wind would catch her skirt and whisk it to her waist would the viewers truly get a view which would last them a lifetime. It was during these brief minutes that Kim turned red with embarrassment, and her clit grew fuller with excitement. She approached 72nd Street, and hailed a cab. It was only a short time before she reached the New York Hilton. There was something about the hotel that bothered her, but she could not remember just what it was. She entered the lobby, thankful to be out of the wind. However, the guests in the hotel paid her an equal amount of admiring stares as she approached the registration desk. She announced her real name and asked for the key to 1501. The desk clerk handed her the key and an envelope. She placed the key in her purse, as instructed, and opened the envelope on the way to the elevator: Continued in Part III |